So what's the moral of this story? Aside from 'lesbians hold grudges'?
I asked what she wanted from Hawaii. She said a baby like Aaden from JK 8.
where am I supposed to find one of those?
i lost my life and panties somewhere between the 15th and 16th round of slap the bag.
I left my toothbrush at her house. This is getting way too serious for me.
Theres a truck parked on the front yard and i just want to take this opportunity to tell you now that it is not my fault.
I am the master of subtle flirting. I seduced him by simulating a hand job with an epi-pen during training.
he just asked if we wanted to go to an arts and crats club with him tomorrow. every day it becomes harder for me to defend his sexuality
This inappropriate post strip club text brought to you by Cheetah of Palm Beach and vodka. Blowjob in the champagne room and the clap for the low low price of your paycheck.
Best oral ever, hands down so to speak. but I'm starting to want to meet that lesbian truck driver he says he's better than. Just for comparison purposes of course.
Nope. Too hot. We just sat in my tub with cold water spraying on us drinking coronas. This summer heat is killing my libido slowly
You can see my drunken state get worse with each picture
This snow needs to melt so I can get wasted on someones front lawn
Just realized Ive never seen my f buddy in the daylight. What if he looks different?
Would it be sad if I made a blanket fort to get drunk in till the power came back?
Chasing my kid around a 30' jungle gym was not how I envisioned spending the day off work to recover from a vasectomy.
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